Free Web NovelChapter 1442: Chapter 114: Eyes Like the Sea Facing Twilight
The world was white, howling and vast.
A lone figure stood before the snowstorm, one hand separating worlds.
Wu Yan Lianzhu could never forget this scene.
Looking at the cloaked and robed figure’s back, she felt that strength and immovability in the face of calamity.
Unexpectedly, she thought of the Holy Mountain, her gaze momentarily dazed.
In the entire Cha Ha Tribe, those herders who were about to flee or await their fate, gradually gathered. They all came behind this cloaked and robed person, chanting words like "God of Cangtu’s protection," and piously knelt to the ground.
In front of the supernatural barrier against the endless blizzard, the herders sang ancient ballads—
"Mighty Qionglu Mountain, upholding the sky of the grassland. Great God of Cangtu, illuminating your benevolent people. From the eastern plains to the western fields, from eyes like the sea to twilight..."
These herders did not possess transcendent power, nor did the ballad have anything magical. It was simply sung with devotion, imparting a calming strength to people’s hearts.
Jiang Wang faced the blizzard directly, a frosty white Buzhou Wind swirling quietly before his right hand.
In the endless snowstorm, this wisp of wind seemed so fragile, yet it was like a candle lighting a long night, preventing the snow and wind from advancing.
The Buzhou Wind, known as the most lethal among the eight winds, could even tear apart the furious wind of Yellow Sheri, handling a sudden snowstorm was nothing.
But this "White Wind" was vast in scope, at least for now Jiang Wang couldn’t sense its limit, he could only protect this small tribe that he could see, unable to trace its roots or cut off its source.
In the boundless blizzard, a figure slowly approached.
Saying it was "slow" wasn’t accurate; the figure was moving quickly, but within the White Wind’s coverage, there was an illusion of trudging progress, making it seem slower.
Jiang Wang speculated that the person was a strong figure sent by the Supreme Royal Court for "disaster relief."
Because the figure’s target was clear, heading straight for this tribe, upon seeing from afar that it was already protected, immediately turned away.
Only a white round token came shooting through the wind.
"Mo Ye Lai, after the White Wind disperses, you may use this token to claim your reward at the Supreme Royal Court, find Cangyu!"
The voice fell into Jiang Wang’s ears through the snowstorm.
Cangyu wasn’t a person’s name, but an institution in Mugu responsible for maintaining order, similar to the Patrol Inspection Bureau in Qi Country, but with more complex functions, including regularly patrolling the grassland and arbitrating herder disputes...
The two characters meant Cang Eagle’s Feather, symbolizing "the wings of the deity."
The transcendent cultivators belonging to Cangyu were called Flying Fangs.
Jiang Wang glanced at the token in his hand, seeing it appeared to be crafted from beast bone, entirely snow-white, with only a feather floating engraved on the front, indeed the mark of a Flying Fang.
He flipped his hand to put it away, not particularly concerned.
Yet the appearance of this Flying Fang made Jiang Wang more aware of the abruptness of this White Wind. Obviously, even Cangyu hadn’t foreseen it in advance, only now hurriedly reacting.
If Jiang Wang hadn’t happened to be nearby, the outcome for the Cha Ha Tribe might have been uncertain.
Given the Supreme Royal Court’s control over the grassland, such a thing shouldn’t have occurred. Whatever the evil or calamity, how could the Supreme Royal Court allow it to easily affect ordinary herders?
Nevertheless, Jiang Wang didn’t plan to investigate further; Mugu had many capable people. He was merely passing through the grassland to visit an old friend, with no other intentions.
This White Wind came quickly and also dissipated quickly.
It lasted only about a quarter of an hour before dissipating. The world cleared, with a fresh, post-rain fragrance in the air.
It seemed Cangyu had already controlled the source.
Jiang Wang retracted the Buzhou Wind, turning back to see hundreds of herders kneeling behind him, men and women, young and old. Except for those missing or not returned, the entire Cha Ha Tribe seemed to be here.
The elder kneeling at the front trembled as he crawled forward, calling out, "Lord Divine Envoy!"
Bowing his head, he intended to kiss Jiang Wang’s boots.
Jiang Wang refused to accept the gesture, quickly stepping back, bowing and returning the salute, "Please rise, everyone. I only did what was within my power; such grand gestures aren’t necessary. Moreover, I am not your Divine Envoy."
As the greatest divine state in the present world, the God of Cangtu was generous with miracles. Throughout history, the Divine Envoys were numerous and famous, sung of on the grassland.
But one generation succeeded another, and in today’s grassland, the term Divine Envoy referred only to Cang Ming alone. freewebnσvel.cѳm
This strong individual, unable to act on Guanhe Platform, roamed the grassland alone in a cloak for years. Resisting calamities, protecting herders. His name was sung on the grassland, his statue worshipped by many herders.
But few knew his true appearance.
The misunderstanding of the Cha Ha Tribe wasn’t surprising.
The elder piously kissed the ground before standing and turning back, spreading his hands to shoo people away, "Go back, go back! Our Divine Envoy does not wish to expose his identity!"
Evidently, he did not believe an outsider would help them. A strong figure wearing a cloak, who would save them in the White Wind, could only be the Current World Divine Envoy.
Hundreds of herders saluted Jiang Wang again, their piety and solemnity unbreakable. Faces of gratitude or awe dispersed individually.
Jiang Wang shook his head, not intending to correct anything.
Picking up the exhausted chestnut horse, he used the power of the Travel Staff to comfort it slightly, rejuvenating it once more.
Only then did he mount, waving to the elder, "Old man, may we meet again!"
The chestnut horse trotted off, like a red cloud drifting away.
The Cha Ha Tribe’s elder Clan Leader knelt again, touching his forehead to the ground, sending the Divine Envoy off into the distance.
Yet he felt a bit astonished—this Divine Envoy seemed different from the temple priests. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly where, but it seemed not as elevated, not as distant.
When he looked up, he saw only a short-legged horse rushing past, galloping ahead.
"Wu Yan Lianzhu!" he shouted angrily,
But the horse and the girl atop it did not pause.
...
Traveling eastwards, it wouldn’t be long before he again heard the sudden sound of hooves.
Jiang Wang gently pressed down, the chestnut horse obediently stopped. Turning back, it was indeed the grassland girl with small freckles on her face. From afar, she waved at him, riding her little yellow horse, charging over.
"Miss, what’s the matter?" Jiang Wang asked.
"I’ve come to thank you!" Wu Yan Lianzhu said.
Jiang Wang smiled softly, "You have already given thanks."
"No, no, no." Wu Yan Lianzhu shook her head swiftly, "They thanked the Divine Envoy, thanked the God of Cangtu, but I know you are not the Divine Envoy! I didn’t come to thank the god; I came to thank you!"
This girl exuded a healthy, vibrant aura, making one feel close to her.
When the herders expressed their gratitude by kneeling earlier, it was she who stood apart.
Previously, Jiang Wang engaged her in theological banter for fun, first because he was in a rare idle state, and second, because he found her straightforwardness amusing.
Now, he asked with interest, "Why do you say that?"
Wu Yan Lianzhu said directly, "Divine Envoys would protect us, like herders would protect cattle and sheep. But a Divine Envoy wouldn’t tolerate me insulting him, just as we herders wouldn’t tolerate cattle and sheep kicking at us."
Beneath his cloak, Jiang Wang’s expression grew stern.
This girl’s attitude toward the deity was different from others, likely due to reading many books.
But these words were not safe, and if the "god" heard them, they might not be pleased.
"Alright." Aiming to protect her, Jiang Wang switched the topic, "I’ve received your gratitude already."
Wu Yan Lianzhu boldly looked at him, beaming brightly, "Mo Ye Lai, won’t you take off your cloak? Under the divine light of the God of Cangtu, we needn’t hide too much!"
"The light of the deity doesn’t shine on everyone." Jiang Wang smiled, "Especially not on someone like me who conceals himself."
Wu Yan Lianzhu spoke somewhat despondently, "I just wanted to know what my benefactor looks like."
As Jiang Wang urged the chestnut horse to trot once more, he only waved the book in his hand at her, "Read more books. The answers you seek about this world...are all in books!"
